No matter how much Lu Zhou had thought about it, he did not expect this huge island, which was not smaller than Mount Halcyon, to be Zhi Ming's true body.
There were not many humans in the world who knew about the Four Divinities of Heaven. The Unholy One was one of the rare few. Even then, the Unholy One had only met Zhi Ming once or twice and had never seen its true body. The true bodies of the Four Divinities of Heavens were incomparably huge, occupying heaven and earth. They would not usually reveal their true bodies.
Who would have thought that the Lost Island that Bai Zhaojue founded his kingdom upon and the island that Si Wuya had stayed for a time was Zhi Ming?
At this time, Lu Zhou saw the seawater rising steadily.
At the same time, the Lost Island began to tremble slightly.
Those on the Lost Island, cultivators; common folks; fierce beasts; and common animals, stopped and listened.
